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A Review Of One Last Goodbye

April 18, 2011

This is a guest post by Matthew Smith, who blogs here as Indigo Jo. Thanks to Matthew.

One Last Goodbye is Kay Gilderdale’s account of her life with her daughter Lynn, who suffered from very severe ME from mid-1992 (after initially falling ill in November 1991) until her death in December 2008. ME has been described by Leonard Jason, an American doctor who suffers (more mildly) from the condition, known in that country as Chronic Fatigue Syndrome, as “more debilitating than just about any other medical problem in the world”, and Lynn had one of the worst ever cases of it. For all but the first few months of her illness, she was totally bedridden, unable to speak or swallow, in constant, terrible pain, and experienced what she described as “permanent nausea/vomiting” along with numerous complications including adrenal and ovarian failure; in her last couple of years, hardly any part of her body was unaffected.

After a prologue describing waiting for the verdict in her trial in January 2010, Kay moves to describing, in two chapters, her upbringing in Dublin, where her father was a successful businessman although he fell on hard times around the time of the author’s birth, and where her elder brother sustained an injury in a car accident, leading to brain damage and lifelong disability. As a trainee nurse in London, she met and fell in love with Richard Gilderdale, a policeman; the two married and moved to East Sussex, with her husband becoming a village policeman and the couple settling in Stonegate. Lynn was born in September 1977; they named her Lynette, but she later insisted on being called Lynn. Kay describes her as well-motivated, sporty, fond of music but not in an academic sense, and fun-loving, and notes that she took it for granted that she would get married and have children. When she became ill after her BCG vaccination in 1991, it initially seemed like any other bug, but her condition took in repeated infections that “seemed to have total and free access to her body”. She began to be sensitive to light and sound, and when her mother took her shopping before Christmas, naively imagining that “she could override [Lynn’s] noise and light sensitivity with a spot of retail therapy”, Lynn begged to be taken home. She began falling over at home, having spasms and fits, and increasingly lost her memory, not knowing what things were or who people were.

When the Gilderdales sought help, they encountered hostility from everyone except their local GP, Dr Jane Woodgate. A consultant at Kent and Sussex Hospital in Tunbridge Wells angrily demanded to know why Lynn had missed so much school; the paediatrician Lynn was referred to diagnosed her with ME, saying he had seen many young people like her and they all got better; he told her she was lucky to have a “fashionable” disease. When Lynn was almost at rock bottom and could no longer swallow, they got her admitted to a clinic in north London that supposedly specialised in ME, but at which she encountered terrible cruelty (she later alleged that she had been sexually assaulted there, although this book does not mention that). A consultant performed a “psychological experiment” by putting Lynn in a dark room with heavy curtains and removing her clock, and finding himself unable to explain the severity of Lynn’s condition, he referred her to a psychiatrist. In her next hospital, Lynn overheard nurses talking about her and saying that her father had “obviously” sexually abused her, while in a psychiatric unit at Guy’s Hospital in London, she was put in a windowless room where children were able to throw things at her. By the end of her time there, she had lost the ability to speak.

At every point, the Gilderdales were lied to, assured that the doctors regarded ME as a physical illness rather than a mental one and that they had a treatment plan, but the plans never materialised and it rapidly appeared that they did not in fact accept that her illness was physical. Time after time, Kay and Richard Gilderdale had to intervene when Lynn was put into unsuitable accommodation (such as a room with building works outside) or treated cruelly or disrespectfully; if it were not for their daily visits, her situation could have been even worse than it was. During a later admission, one doctor frankly told Kay Gilderdale that “ME does not exist”, and that Lynn’s condition was “Lynn Gilderdale syndrome”. It was clear that none of them had ever seen a case of ME that severe before, and did not recognise it as the same thing even if they could see that Lynn was dreadfully ill. From my admittedly limited research, it seems as if there was a rash of cases of severe ME in adolescent girls dating from that time, and all the victims are still severely affected, but nobody knew that in 1992. The book Osler’s Web by Hillary Johnson, which tells the story of ME in the USA in the 1980s and early 1990s, mentions no case anything like it. Still, that does not excuse the outrageous cruelty they subjected Lynn to, nor the contemptuous attitude they displayed when they failed to identify Lynn’s illness with their tests, particularly as subsequent tests showed very serious abnormalities, as has been the case for many other sufferers.

Lynn’s illness was shocking in its severity, even compared to most of the other well-known severe cases (except, perhaps, Sophia Mirza). Fellow sufferer Vikki George (known for founding the charity Post Pals, which arranges for gifts to be sent to sick children, which she runs from her bed in a dark room in Bookham, Surrey), said in an appearance on ITV Meridian news last year that her case was “certainly the worst for the longest period”. What was most distinctive about it is the level of physical disability it visited on her which was seemingly permanent; she was effectively paraplegic, unable to feel or move her legs, unable to speak or swallow, and entirely bedridden, unable even to raise her head, consistently from mid-1992 until her death. It is quite common for people with severe ME to temporarily lose their speech, or to be tube-fed because of difficulties swallowing or severe nausea which means they cannot bring themselves to eat, but losing these faculties for so long is quite unusual, and raises the possibility of whether she would ever have regained them if her general condition had improved. Normally, a bedridden ME sufferer can get on a commode or make it to the toilet and back; Lynn would pass out if someone raised her.

Her ordeal in hospital in 1992 was not to be her last; over the years, she would suffer a punctured lung, resulting in needing life support, be accused of inducing a skin rash that actually originated with her cat (while in hospital for treatment for an adverse reaction to her liquid feed), have her back broken while being lifted, was awake during an operation to fit a PEG tube (that is not in this book, but you can read Lynn’s account of it here: http://chronic-health.livejournal.com/305565.html, towards the bottom of the page), and be made to stay on an open ward during her final stay, during which she contracted four separate bugs which persisted after her discharge. Small wonder that she decided never to be admitted again, whatever the circumstances.

From about 2004 onwards, Lynn’s memory and cognitive abilities began to improve, and judging by this book they improved very rapidly; unless the chronology is a bit out (and it does say that Lynn missed the fall of the Berlin Wall and Nelson Mandela’s release, which happened before Lynn fell ill, in 1989 and 1990 respectively), Lynn first recognised a written word aged 27, the age she reached in September 2004; her early online communications were assisted by Kay, to whom she signed what she wanted to write, and she then wrote them down so that Lynn could type them. Eventually, she was able to type unaided and made Kay promise that she would not read her diaries, a promise Kay kept even after her death. With the exception of the famous “DNR” posting from 2008 which has previously appeared in the press and which was read out in court, this book contains no material sourced from Lynn’s private blogs. Curiously, the name Jessie Oliver, which Lynn adopted for her online activities, never appears in the book.

Unsurprisingly, the last third, or so, of this book deals with the events which come after the punctured lung incident in October 2005. After that ordeal, Lynn began to lose hope in ever getting better, increasingly insisting that she was “too broken”. She drew up an advanced directive (i.e. a living will), which specified that she was not to be treated for anything that left her unconscious, although if she was suffering and conscious, she did want to be treated. “If I get a nasty lump (wots that ilnes kalled), I do NOT wont treatment 4 this,” she wrote. Most adamantly, “NO 1 SHOULD BE ABLE 2 PUT ME IN A MENTAL HOME”. Kay was quite surprised by discovering Lynn’s final suicide attempt; Lynn had promised not to attempt suicide behind her parents’ backs again after an earlier attempt and had been making plans for Christmas, but insisted that she could not go on another day. Kay notes that Lynn’s demeanour in her last few months had generally been happy (in between bouts of sickness and hours on the bed-pan), and that she had continued talking to her friends online and listening to music; this is not unusual in people who have resolved to kill themselves and are certain that their ordeal will soon be over.

I should declare an interest at some point: although I never knew Lynn Gilderdale under any name and have never met Kay, I do know some of Lynn’s friends including one who has been in contact with the author. I’ve come across some of Lynn’s online writing (although none of the friends-only stuff) and formed a very positive impression of her personality. She was certainly very caring, very appreciative of others’ concern for her welfare, and often took pains to avoid causing them any irritating by warning them of her abbreviated writing style or her long blog posts about her health (which, she said, was most of its content as her illnesses totally dominated her life) and sometimes played down health crises which had in fact been devastating for her, when conversing with severely disabled and sick friends (none of them quite as sick as she was). This book increased my respect for both the author and for Lynn. It showed Lynn to be a mature woman, understanding of others’ needs and eager to help them in any way she could. Of course, that is her mother writing, but it certainly fits with what I gathered from her own writing. There are passages about Kay’s feelings during the process of Lynn’s death and afterwards, such as thinking of Lynn in her “cell-like room” at Guy’s when she was 14 while confined in a police cell. There are no doubt those who will be sceptical and call it self-justification, but it fits with what those I know who have met her say about her, and what Lynn wrote about her.

This book is a powerfully-written memoir, which shows the depth of Kay’s love and respect for Lynn. She expresses no regret for assisting in Lynn’s suicide, but clearly feels a lot of grief at losing her (again, something mutual friends confirm). What this is not is any kind of investigation as to how widespread the kinds of abuses Lynn suffered were, or are, and such a book is sorely needed and Lynn’s story would no doubt feature heavily in it. There have been countless stories since of people with ME, including severe ME, suffering because of the disbelief of doctors who insisted that their illness was being “encouraged” or was the result of abuse, leading to children being removed from their families or threatened with such action. Sufferers admitted to hospital still find that the environment makes their symptoms worse as it does not accommodate their sensitivity to noise, light, smells and chemicals; only this past weekend I learned of a woman with severe ME being admitted to hospital in an emergency, and coming out worse than she went in. One would hope, however, that this book would open people’s eyes (including the medical profession’s) to how damaging their current practice can be, so that nobody else suffers a major relapse or is so traumatised that they give up on life. It’s a very much needed wake-up call.

One Last Goodbye is published by Ebury Press at £6.99.

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4 Comments leave one →
  1. *Stargazer permalink
    April 20, 2011 8:44 pm

    The way Lynn Gilderdale and her loving family and friends sufferred/ continue to suffer as a consequence of being ignored and/ or speculated about is a disgrace to humanity and makes a mockery of the Hippocratic Oath. I have Endometriosis, Degenerative Spine Disease, ME and Fibromyalgia, all of which went undiagnosed until I demanded to be taken seriously. They had me down as a malingering hypochondriac – while my pain/ immobility is difficult to cope with and has caused some psychological problems it is nowhere near as severe or as complicated as Lynn Gilderdale’s. I’m sad that she felt suicide was the only way out, that she wasn’t taken seriously and helped to make her life more bearable by the healthcare professionals she had once trusted to take care of her. It must have been considered at great length for a long time. Lynn’s hopelessness and despair, that had remained with her – despite her best efforts to be positive – is gone from her spirit now. I hope it won’t always stay with the people who love and miss her still – though she is gone she is free from that torment and I think would only want them to live good and be happy in her memory. GodBless x

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